For three days Major Klaus and Captain Marx inspected the camp. Not only that, but they did random barrack calls, once almost finding James in the process. It made doing their regular job impossible. And their time to move James was running thin. With what little they could get from London, the boys in the submarine were getting impatient. If they couldn't move soon, the James would be stuck in Stalag for at least another month. Colonel Hogan wasn't going to allow that.

During the prisoner's lunch time, Hogan decided he'd have a chat with the Commandant. When Klaus and Marx weren't turning over the camp, they were in Klink's office. Since barrack two was still being used as a quarantine cite, the soldiers couldn't listen to Klink's office with the kettle. All this annoyed the American to no end as he knocked on the door. Stupid Kraut vermin.

"What?!" Klink called, prompting Hogan to step in. Major Klaus and Captain Marx stood from their chairs as the man entered. He held up his hand to calm them, but they stayed standing. "What is it, Colonel Hogan? Can't you see I'm in a meeting," Klink whined, gesturing to the other two.

"You've been in a meeting the last three days. These men have practically taken over the camp," Hogan said, stepping around the officers. "It's doing serious damage to morale."

"These men are just doing their job, Hogan. They are welcomed at Stalag 13 until they find their man," Klink said, waving the American towards the door. "Now out!"

Hogan puffed up his chest and was about to reply when the Major stopped him. "I thought you said us being here wouldn't be a problem, Colonel," the Major hummed. "What's with the sudden change of heart?"

"My men are nervous wrecks. They can't eat, they can't sleep. They think one step out line will find them shot in the foot." It wasn't a complete lie, either. Many of the men changed how they acted around the two officers. Like being back in basic training.

The Major smirked. "As they should feel. Rats should obey and fear their master. And besides, we still haven't caught our man, Colonel. What if he shows up here and begins…infecting your men?"

Hogan set his jaw, and his mind raced with what to do now. Eventually, the officers would leave but not soon enough. And by that point they may tear apart all the barracks. It was a long shot, but they may discover the tunnel system as well. The Colonel couldn't let that happen, so he played the final card he could: appeal to Klink.

"You know, maybe you're right, Major? What if he does show up here? But it isn't either of you who find him. It's Klink," Colonel Hogan said.

"Me?" Klink questioned, gesturing to himself. The Major and Captain exchanged an unpleasant look.

"Yes, you. And you would get all the praise and reward for it too. I can see the papers now, 'Local Commandant Stops Mass Outbreak.'" Hogan turned his back to Klink spread his hands out wide as if showcasing the headline. Klink looked up with a smile wide enough he could catch a fly with it.

Captain Marx cleared his throat, breaking Hogan's delusion. "Colonel Hogan, you are such an optimist. Which is sad because you fail to realize that he is still our prisoner, so it will be us who gets the credit for catching him and disposing of him properly," Marx explained.

"Oh sure. I bet they'll type that right after they explain how he escaped from you. Maybe even right under the picture of Klink cuffing the guy," Hogan replied.

Marx's hand went to his gun, and Klaus' hand gripped his shoulder. Leather squeaked under his hand as Marx's arm relaxed by his side. "Colonel, I must say you have quite the silver tongue. No matter, however, for we were just about to take our leave. And when we find the boy, we'll be sure to send you the paper with us in the picture," the Major said. "Klink, if you see any sign of a sickly brunette with crystal blue eyes, I request you give us a call."

Just as Klink was about to agree, Hogan shook his head. "Now wait a minute. That's not fair. When Klink hands the prisoner over, you two will get all the glory for capturing him."

"Are you just going to stand there and let this prisoner talk for you, Colonel?" Marx asked, itching to pull the trigger.

Klink stomped his foot and yelled Hogan's name. The American hung his head in silence, allowing the Commandant to talk, "I can speak for myself, thank you very much. But I do agree with Colonel Hogan; this is my camp, and I will take it upon myself to capture the prisoner if he steps one foot near here."

"I can't believe this. You—"

Klink cut the Major off, "And I would like it very much if you and Captain Marx would please leave. I will not have my camp be ran by anyone but me."

Captain Marx scoffed as Major Klaus' look could curdle milk. "You'll regret this, Colonel Klink. I'll remember this when I'm a general during the next war." With that, the Major walked out of the office with his captain in toe. From inside, Hogan heard the man calling for his service car and calling off his men.

"Wonderful job, sir," Hogan complimented. "I couldn't have done any better myself."

"You really think so?" Klink asked, his voice giddy. "Well, it comes from years of experience. Now, to let the Gestapo in town know to keep an eye out for the prisoner. Helga!"

Hogan's relaxed posture snapped to attention. Not another set of Krauts. "The Gestapo, sir? Wouldn't that complicate things?"

"It never hurts to have an extra set of eyes, does it?" Klink shrugged, going to the door. Helga stood with a notepad tucked into her elbow, ready to take down the officer's orders. "Helga, get me in touch with the local Gestapo. I would like to employ their services in finding this escaped prisoner."

"Jawohl, Commandant," she replied, scratching the message onto her paper.

Hogan opened his mouth to protest, but Klink dismissed him. A second time and Klink yelled at him to leave his office. The American had no choice but to obey. By the time Hogan walked outside, the two officers were long gone. The only thing hinting at their presence was a set of tire tracks in the snow. The Colonel hung his head as he walked back to the temporary barrack. Everyone rushed to the man as he entered, their eyes twinkling. "How'd it go, Colonel?" Carter asked while everyone held their breath.

Hogan took in a deep breath before stating, "I got good news and bad news. Good news is those two Krauts are officially kicked out of Stalag 13." There came much cheering from the men and James clapped his hands. Hogan waited for the noise to quiet down before he continued, "Bad news is James is now the most wanted man from here to Berlin."